
17/07/2025
The grief of an ending. Walking into church for a Leavers' Service this morning - lump in my throat, heaviness in my heart. Three children leaving a school tomorrow that they have loved so much and which has been in all our lives for over a decade. At times a very turbulent decade. This is a change that will be good for us all. I know this. But it doesn't mean the ending isn't hard, that closing this chapter doesn't feel sad. It doesn't make it wrong. But it doesn't make it easier either. This is of course, a relatively small grief, amidst all the shattering, enormous, raw griefs of the world. And perhaps, there's gratitude for that too. It's a privelege to be able to have a choice to make, and something to grieve. It's a privelege to be able to give space to a small, tender ending and let it move through us all. It's a privelege to hold my daughter as her face crumples at the realisation that she is going to miss her teacher so very, very much. A privelege to be able to honour that journey for her. That ending for her. To have the time and space and safety to be there for her. And so, this grief is a gift - and in this moment I'm holding that thought close.
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